I Love You but I've Chosen Me, Pt. II: Stretch Armstonk

And so as we give each other someone to blame
And to be grateful for, all the same
But those who say they miss my love
Tell me I give you too much
Well this proximity is a bomb waiting
Inevitably we arrive at awkwardness
Try to sustain but for months you blame me
We have no homes and there is a baby
For once I can rely on myself
But you’re dependent and you need help
So I try once again, a facade of autonomy you project
A thankless task, a thankless friend
Am I just not patient when you are depressed?
Whilst I feel stretched I feel you push
This is my limit, I’ve had enough